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Chapter Six
Latham
“Can you believe she said that? How rude! I mean, it’s not my fault Joey cheated on her. Though, do you blame him? She’s awful!” Felicity bellows as she slides into a booth bench I was just about to sit on. The moment she does, I switch gears and move to the opposite side.
“Joey?” I ask, hoping and praying she isn’t about to say the one name I dread she’s going to say.
“Joey Trudeau. They were dating, I guess. I mean, it’s not my fault! I didn’t know he was seeing her when we hooked up. He never mentioned her,” Felicity argues, reaching for the menu and skimming over the drink list. I’m sure he didn’t have time to mention that piece of info, you know between ramming his tongue down her throat and his dick in her pussy.
Joey fucking Trudeau. I can’t believe she dated him. What the fuck? The guy is as douche-y as a douche nozzle. Of course he’d cheat on her. He screwed every girl in school, not giving one shit he was usually in a relationship at the time. “Harper dated Joey?” I ask, trying to confirm this tidbit of detail.
“I guess. Rumor has it they were talking marriage,” she shrugs, not looking up from the wine list.
“And you screwed him?”
Her eyes finally meet mine. I expect to see guilt or something, but I find no trace anywhere. “I didn’t know they were dating. He came into the bar I was hanging out in and started flirting with me. Next thing I know we’re in the bathroom going at it when the owner walks in. Did you know Mara ran straight to Harper and told her?” she asks, her eyes wide with shock.
“You don’t say?” I reply, dryly. “Mara’s still around?”
“She owns this bar with her husband, Brent,” Felicity adds absently, checking her nails. Of course she’d recommend the same place where she was caught screwing a taken man.
“So Harper and Joey obviously broke up?” I ask, not even the least bit concerned I’m using Felicity to gain a little intel.
“Obviously, he was bored. No happy man cheats on his girlfriend. He complained all night about his girl working crazy hours and some shit. Something about trying to get her business off the ground.”
What a fucking dick. “And he couldn’t deal with her making something of herself and working hard to make her business successful?” I’m super annoyed right now, wishing Joey Trudeau would walk through the door so I could put my fist through his nose. The guy was always the biggest tool in school. I can’t even begin to wonder what Harper saw in him.
“I guess,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, enough about Joey and Harper. Let’s talk about us!” She practically jumps up and down in her seat.
“There is no us,” I remind her as the waitress approaches.
“What can I get you?”
“I’ll have a Bud Light bottle,” I say, already knowing it’s a one-beer limit for me tonight. One beer to be polite, and then I’m out of here.
“And I’ll take a Sex on the Beach,” she croons, throwing in a giggle for good measure. Something tells me if I offered, there’d definitely be some sex later. But there’s no way in hell I’m offering.
Not happening.
I wouldn’t even touch that with someone else’s dick.
“So, what have you been up to since graduation?” I ask as my beer is placed in front of me. I’m not super curious, but needed something else to talk about besides Harper and her ex.
“Well, I went off to New York for a while. I worked on Broadway for a bit, starring in a few shows. At the beginning of the year, I was just getting burnt out, ya know?” she asks, flipping her hair. “I missed home, so I moved back.”
“Broadway, huh? That’s pretty impressive,” I reply, chugging half my beer in one gulp.
“It was soooo amazing,” she bustles. “And New York was a dream come true,” she adds, her eyes bright with excitement. I try to recall phone conversations with my mom, and I don’t recall her ever mentioning Felicity and Broadway. Not that I would have retained the intel anyway. I was usually halfway around the world when I’d get a few minutes to talk.
“Good for you,” I reply, drinking another big gulp.
“And how about you? Are you seeing anyone?” she asks, not very subtly.
“I’m not, but also not really interested right now. I just got home from the military and am taking over my family business.”
“But what if the right girl comes along? I mean, then you won’t be able to deny the chemistry,” she adds, leaning forward and pressing her chest together. The grin she gives me is hopeful and alluring, but does nothing for the male parts of my brain.
Now if we want to talk about male parts, let’s go back to that spinning class from hell, where I had to stare at Harper’s perfect ass for thirty minutes. Talk about a boner-inducing nightmare. I was afraid I was going to injure myself when I got off the bike. I spent half the class hard as stone and wishing I could throw her down on the mat and pound her like nails.
